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He reaches down between our bodies and I feel him enter me. God, his dick is perfect. The stretch I feel when he enters me is like nothing I’ve felt before. The fullness feels like he fills a space inside me that I didn’t realize was empty. His thrusts become more erratic, his hips slamming into me.
“Your tight little cunt was made for me, do you know that G?”
I nod, watching the expression of his face change. He bends his arm to lean down and presses his lips to mine. He slows his hips to a deliciously slow rhythm and it’s like all time stops. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, gentle, filled with a different energy. I bring my hands to his jaw, tilting my head, taking every breath he’ll give me. Our lips still connected, he returns to his feverish pace, the sound of our skin meeting filling the room. It’s like the entire world has come to a halt, like the Goddess herself is rejoicing as I feel the energy building in my core.
“Can you come with me?”
“Yes, fuck, princess.”
“Make me yours, Marcus, please.”
“You’re already mine, Gigi. Let go, come for me.”
The feeling consumes my body, and my mouth opens as our eyes meet. He grips my breast while he roars above me, and I feel him pulsing inside me. I grab his hips, pulling him deeper inside me, watching every change in his face.
He rolls us so he’s on his back, my body on his. My head rests on his chest, his hand on the back of my neck, fingers rubbing small circles as we both come down. I love this part, how he cares for me afterward. In the moment, when he takes control, my mind goes quiet and my senses come alive, and the orgasms are beyond anything I’ve known. But after, there’s a feeling in me I can’t really describe with one word. It’s comfort, it’s safety, it’s honesty, it’s a euphoric wave of connection. And I want more of it.
I raise up to look at him, his eyes scanning my features, his hands pulling my hair back from my face. I feel the now familiar confusion between my mind and my heart rise up again. I feel the tightness in my chest that has plagued me for weeks now. I look into his eyes, hoping to find an answer in them to let me know it’s okay to let my heart dive head first into his. That signal to let myself completely fall. Oblivious to the turmoil in my head, he gives me a soft smile and his eyes are hazy. I force a genuine smile and he closes his eyes. He’s so beautiful I could cry.
Chapter Sixty-Six
Marcus
Holding Gigi to me tightly, my body relaxes as my mind begins to wander.
With women in the past, I never felt this kind of ease. I never felt like I could be both strong and vulnerable. But with her, I can simply be myself. When I ended things with Lauren, I thought I’d seek the same dynamic with someone else, convinced that was what I wanted—that it defined who I was.
But now, with Gigi, I don’t feel the need to hold control. She’s strong and capable, meeting me as an equal, and that balance feels natural. There’s no need for power or control, just a mutual respect where we both stand on our own. I find myself wanting to watch her grow and thrive rather than fulfill my expectations.
And though I still crave that rough intensity, it’s different now. I don’t want to dominate her or bend her to my will. With Gigi, I can let go of being in control, knowing she trusts me just as much as I trust her. Maybe I’m healing in ways I never expected. Or maybe it’s because I see her as someone I could truly share a life with, and that thought alone is changing me.
I listen as her breaths slow and become shallow. I close my eyes again, thanking God for her. I wrap my hand around her wrist, playing with her bracelet, knowing at this moment that I love her. I think I’ve loved her for longer than I care to admit. And if I have my way, I’ll love her for the rest of my life.
After my meeting with my lawyer over the damn misdemeanor charges for punching Lewis, I checked my insurance’s website for Mental Health Providers. I found a couple near the office, narrowed it down to a provider and made an appointment. Now it’s Thursday afternoon and I’m sitting in a chair waiting at their office. I spoke with my brother after deciding to talk to someone and he gave me encouragement and simply told me to be honest with my answers and allow the process to happen.
“Marcus?” A man stands by one of the doors off the seating area.
“Yes.” I stand and walk in his direction.
He extends his hand. “I’m Doctor McCoy. You can call me Aaron, if you like.”
I shake his hand. “Good to meet you.”
“Let’s go into my office.”
We walk into the room, and he motions toward a couple chairs to the side, so I sit. He picks up his notebook and pen fromhis desk and joins me. He goes over some paperwork, privacy information and general groundwork for our sessions.
“Alright, now that we have that out of the way, tell me why you’re here.”
I rub my hands on my thighs. “I’m here because I don’t want to become my father, and I hate him for how he treated my family when I was growing up.”
“Okay. That’s specific and heavy. How about we start at the beginning. Tell me about your childhood.”
I tell him about my family dynamic, some events that stand out, the moments that took over my mind during the incident with Lewis. I speak about my mother’s love and the sacrifices she made, the relationship I have with my brother. In our hour of time, I just kept talking. Once I started speaking, there was so much I had to say. He didn’t say much in return, but he would ask me to elaborate on some things I said or just let me have a moment of quiet to collect my thoughts so I could continue.
“We’ve hit our hour mark. We covered a lot today, how do you feel?”
“Tired, but alright.”
